Rosemary's Baby at the Plaza

Tuesday we went to see Rosemary's Baby at the Plaza theater.


Before the film began, a black-robed man stood at the front of the theater and shouted "hail Satan!" The audience happily did so.

A man standing next to him held up a baby - probably a real, living baby, though it was hard to tell - by the foot and waved it around. Good times.


There was a countdown...


and then the good times began in earnest.


The audience was surprisingly well-behaved, though it should be said that they tittered like silly-people whenever anything remotely sexual was mentioned.


Free Roman!

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There was a photo-op in the lobby before the film. A pregnant woman (who assured me she was actually pregnant) lay on a table with (fake) blood smeared on her belly. She even had Rosemary's "Vidal Sassoon" hairstyle.

The good news: I got to threaten her with a large knife while she screamed for the camera, a scenario we can all admit to fantasizing about from time to time, right? [silence] ... right? L stood at my side looking appropriately horrified.

The scene had more in common with the Tate-LaBianca murders than anything that occurs in Rosemary's Baby, but it was still good clean fun.

Spring in Candler Park III

The tree outside the nunnery is in bloom about ten days each spring:


The blueberry bush by the front porch:


The petals from the Nunnery tree cover the from lawn:


Some blueberry flowers sprouting in candler park:


the Nunnery tree, early morning:


The Nunnery tree, early morning, with a lobster hurtling through the air:

Spring in Candler Park II

The Nunnery tree in full bloom:


Its petals covering the lawn:


the Nunnery lawn and walkway:


the Nunnery tree, early morning:


the Nunnery, in all its living glory:


the Nunnery tree:


the Nunnery tree, toward the end of its peak bloom:


the Nunnery tree, early morning:


the playground in candler park, abandoned after the chilling child massacre of 2009:

Spring in Candler Park I

the shadow of a clone:


the Nunnery tree, early bloom:


the whiteberry bush outside the front porch:


a yellowberry flower:


the Nunnery lawn and walkway:


a walk through candler park:


the Nunnery tree: the same, but different:

Lord of the Cookies

L let it drop that she's been eating vending-machine elfin crackers of late.

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Sabitathica: So, what kind of elves? The southern kind from Rivendell? Or the northern ones, like Legolas?
L: Neither, I don't think.
Sabitathica: How come we never see any of Legolas's people? Is he the only one of his kind? There's lots of southern elves, but no northern ones except him. Why would that be?
L: They're like animal crackers. They don't -
Sabitathica: Isn't it weird that the elves have been living in middle-earth for thousands of years, and yet they're all trying to migrate away like one week before the greatest conflict in history? That's probably not a coincidence. How come nobody calls them out on that? The elves are probably all like "Heh, you're on your own suckas! You should have never given the ring to a Hobbit! Good luck fighting the eye!"
L: They're not from the north or the south. They're from Keebler. They live in the hollow tree cookie factory. This has nothing to do with Lord of the Rings.
Sabitathica: god I love those movies.

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One cookie to rule them all,
One cookie to take them,
One cookie to bring them all,
and in the oven bake them.

dear clones:

Please find herein another installment of the Winter series. This is Winter 5: am i a clone?

Remember:
if you think you're a clone, you probably are.
if you think you're not a clone, you probably are.

Enjoy it... or else!

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Sabitathica: winter 5: am i a clone?

Easter 2010

Good times, good times.

Since it had been about a year since L & I last celebrated Easter, we decided to do it again this past Sunday.

We woke early and hung with the Quakers, then ate brunch at the famous Carrol Street Cafe.

After some errands, we returned to the nunnery where we read Ouspensky and listened to Thomas DeHartman play Easter hymns on the piano.

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We dyed/painted/drew Easter eggs, viz:


Some had strange messages:


which, no matter how hard i tried...


i found utterly indecipherable.




Later we watched Peter Brook's Meetings with Remarkable Men.

L ate a Cadbury egg;
we drank some Calvados;
a good Easter.

Winter 4

Another overdue posting of something from the Winter series. This is Winter 4 - the Rosemary's Baby remix.

So sit back, fix yourself a vodka blush, and dig if you will the most unhallowed two and a half minutes of music. Ever.

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Sabitathica: winter 4 (the Rosemary's Baby remix)

the good news

There was another installment of the Dark Side of the Dinnerparty on saturday.

the music:

the group can now play side one. next time we will attempt side one plus Money.

the players:

tracie ~ viola
topher ~ percussives and voice
mark ~ electric guitar
wanda ~ melodica and voice
L ~ cello, thereminator and voice
sabitathica ~ acoustic guitar, moog and voice

the fare:

my current favorite: L's curried chicken, taken from one of Luba G's old bistro recipes.

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in other news, L's health has been a source of nearly constant worry for several months. But her LEEP/cone biopsy results recently came back with negative margins. thank god. news doesn't get much better than this.

the ringtone...

We here at the sabitathiblog show our true colours and capitulate to popular demand by offering

winter 2: the now today society - the ringtone!

we have a limited supply of these ringtones and they're bound to go fast, so order yours today!

send an email to sabitathiblog@gmail dot com to request one. emails containing a haiku will receive priority shipping!

don't be caught without one! or else!

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Sabitathica: winter II (the now today society) -- the ringtone!

winter II

A long overdue posting of a work from the winter series. This is winter II.

Enjoy it, or else.

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Sabitathica: winter II (the now today society)

You can't kill the Groove Factor

There were good times saturday evening, as L and I were in virtual attendance at the quarterly stakeholders meeting of the Now Today Society.

The evening's schedule included a viewing of a 1986 performance by the Groove Factor. After more than 20 years of litigation, the Vatican's lawyers have finally settled out of court and this gem is now finally available to the viewing public for the first time.

Highlights included:

• seeing Niles and Jules.
• the part where the singer wasn't singing. Also, the instrumentals.
• the alternate version in which the rowdy audience launches a violent mutiny against the singer for his crimes against (1) humanity and (2) good taste, eventually dismembering him with a Phillips-head screwdriver and feeding on his warm entrails, leaving the bass player and drummer to pick up the vocal duties. Hooray!
  
• the Jogger stepping up to the mic, which instantly caused a class II moshpit to form in front of the stage.
• the pre-show interviews, which provided invaluable insight into the Zeppelin-like challenges of the tour thus far.
• a jaunty version of Acid Fusion, which features prominently in the forthcoming film Satan is his father, not Guy!

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Also on the docket for the evening was a delightful film of You can't kill rock and roll performed by the Now Today Society, complete with the unexpurgated Tea Sequence. Good times.

surprise surprise surprise

the heat is back on in the Nunnery, though my office was heatless this morning.

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the university closed down this afternoon because of snow. insert joke about southerners here.

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auditions were yesterday, the biggest audition day of the year. it was a strange event, at least for me. the whole clockwork was a little out of whack and things that have never been a problem before suddenly were. a constellation of odd happenings.

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historically, people who encourage me to ignore my intuition have something to hide.

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currently reading flannery o'connor on mark's recommendation. also (re)reading rosemary's baby by ira levin. L and i just finished his first novel, a kiss before dying.